Angelus was disgusted. What could have come over him? He didn't care a whit about the slayer, in fact, he'd like to see her dead. Why then, had he taken her last night? He didn't understand himself. He would like to think it was because he wanted to hurt her.and he did, but there was something else there, something he couldn't place.

He stepped into the shower and scrubbed all the scents of love off of himself. Well, it wasn't really love. Lust would be more accurate, he thought with a grin. As he stepped out of the shower with a towel around his waste, and walked to the closet to get some clothes, he heard a noise.

Turning suddenly, he saw the slayer standing next to the large table in the center of the warehouse. Her eyes trembled and danced in her face, and he knew that she was afraid.
"Hello lover." He drawled. "Couldn't stay away?" She strained to control herself, and he saw her muscles as tense as he'd ever seen them.
"I came to kill you Angelus," she said hardly. "You took away the one sweet night angel could give me, and I will send you to hell for it."